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Did the man get his information direct from Moscow?
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"All Quiet on the Western Front" / Erich Maria Remarque
Rus cephesinde yeni bir şey yoktu.
Sayfa 234 - 1. baskı - Şubat 1984
Voigt had lived seventeen years in Chicago, but he had never taken out naturalization papers. In 1939 his wife, visiting her home in Germany, had been forced to stay because of an ailing mother. In 1940, against the advice of friends, Voigt had set out to bring her home. Unable to reach wartime Germany by regular routes, he had made a tortuous journey across the Pacific to Japan, then to Vladivostok and via the Trans-Siberian railway to Moscow. From there he had traveled to Poland and into Germany. The journey took nearly four months--and once across the border Voigt could not get out. He and his wife were trapped.
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The determined field marshal had taken advantage of every moment. "I have only one real enemy now," he had told Lang, "and that is time." To conquer time Rommel spared neither himself nor his men; it had been that way from the moment he had been sent to France in November 1943. That fall Von Rundstedt, responsible for the defense of all Western Europe, had asked Hitler for reinforcements. Instead, he got the hardheaded, daring and ambitious Rommel. To the humiliation of the aristocratic sixty-eight-year-old Commander in Chief West, Rommel arrived with a Gummiberfehl, an "elastic directive," ordering him to inspect the coastal fortifications-- Hitler's much-publicized "Atlantic Wall"--and then to report directly back to the Feuhrer's headquarters, OKW. The embarrassed and disappointed Von Rundstedt was so upset by the arrival of the younger Rommel--he referred to him as the "Marschall Bubi" (roughly, the "Marshal Laddie")--that he asked Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel, Chief of OKW, if Rommel was being considered as his successor. He was told "not to draw any false conclusions," that with all "Rommel's capabilities he is not up to that job."
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"Seni temin ederim Lang, istilanın ilk 24 saati nihai olacaktır. Almanya'nın akibeti bunun neticesine bağlıdır. Hem müttefikler, hem de Almanya için bu en uzun gün olacaktır." Mareşal Rommel'in 24 Nisan 1944 günü yaverine yazdığı satırlar.
He sat there "throwing stones into the water and softly crying as if his heart would break."
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He wanted to leave nothing to chance.
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Sergeant James Percival "Paddy" de Lacy of the King's Regiment became so emotional listening to the "Rose of Tralee" played on the bagpipes that he forgot where he was and stood up and offered a toast to Ireland's Eamon de Valera for "keepin' us out of the war."
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I want you to know that I love you with all my heart.
Up to 1942, victory had seemed so certain to the Feuhrer and his strutting Nazis that there was no need for coastal fortifications. The swastika flew everywhere. Austria and Czechoslovakia had been picked off before the war even started. Poland had been carved up between Germany and Russia as long ago as 1939. The war was not even a year old when the countries of Western Europe began falling like so many rotten apples. Denmark fell in a day. Norway, infiltrated from within, took a little longer: six weeks. Then that May and June, in just twenty-seven days and without overture of any sort, Hitler's blitzkrieging troops had plunged into Holland, Belgium, Luxembourg and France and, as an incredulous world watched, had driven the British into the sea at Dunkirk. After the collapse of France all that remained was USSR--standing alone.
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The wounded were moaning. Men were talking in several different languages--many of them were Poles or Russians. And all the time, the captain, oblivious to the yells of the wounded to "Surrender! Surrender!" fired his machine gun through the single aperture.
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The Soviet summer offensive would begin any day now, and all along the two-thousand-mile front two hundred German divisions--more than 1.5 million men--were poised, waiting for it.
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Hitler knew that invasion was inevitable, and now he was faced with another great problem: finding the divisions to man his growing defenses. In Russia division after division was being chewed up as the Wehrmacht tried to hold a two-thousand mile front against relentless Soviet attacks. So, by 1944, Hitler was forced to bolster his garrisons in the west with a strange conglomeration of replacements--old men and young boys, the remnants of divisions shattered on the Russian front, impressed "volunteers" from occupied countries (there were units of Poles, Hungarians, Czechs, Romanians and Yugoslavs, to mention just a few) and even two Russian divisions composed of men who preferred fighting for the Nazis to remaining in prison camps. Questionable as these troops might prove to be in combat, they filled out the gaps.
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After the collapse of France all that remained was England--standing alone. What need had Hitler for a "wall"? But Hitler didn't invade England. His generals wanted him to, but Hitler waited, thinking the British would sue for peace. As time passed the situation rapidly changed. With U.s. aid, Britain began staging a slow but sure recovery. Hitler, by now deeply involved in Russia--he attacked the Soviet Union in June 1941-- saw that the coast of France was no longer an offensive springboard. It was now a soft spot in his defenses. By the fall of 1941 he began talking to his generals about making Europe an "impregnable fortress." And in December, after the U.s. had entered the war, the Feuhrer ranted to the world that "a belt of strong points and gigantic fortifications runs from Kirkenes [on the Norwegian-Finnish frontier] ... to the Pyrenees [on the Franco-Spanish border] ... and it is my unshakable decision to make this front impregnable against every enemy."
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She had no heart for the fight at all.
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